away from the sirens and flashing lights.
“No.”
“Why?” I didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t walk away when threatened like that.
“Because they’re cocky assholes who don’t back down, even when their insides are screaming at them to.”
“Oh, come on! How many shithole motels does this city have?” I asked after an hour of driving.
We’d pulled into an almost identical architectural stain as the blood covered one we fled.
“A lot,” Six said as he turned to me. “Vegas, baby.”
I groaned and reached for the handle.
My hands shook as I exited. While the adrenaline had worn off, there was some residual aftereffects that prevailed. Weakness and fatigue being some of them. Luckily my ears had stopped ringing, but there was still a strange feeling in them.
Once again, the room was out of date and well worn. I collapsed onto the bed as soon as we entered.
The images of the dead gangsters were on my mind. I couldn’t shut them off. I’d seen enough death to last a lifetime since Six.
Death chased him and the other Cleaners. And only I knew why Three was able to be taken out.
“You aren’t as great as you think you are,” I said, my face half mashed into the comforter. “The Cleaners aren’t invincible.”
He stopped unloading his computer and stared at me. “Are you actually going to tell me what you know?”
Was I? Thinking back on what my tired brain said, it was a sort of interlude. Did I want to tell him? But what did I really know?
Would telling him end me now?
“I know that you aren’t impervious to death. I know you are susceptible to drugs.”
Six stood and climbed onto the bed to lie next to me. “What drugs?”
“Three.”
Six nodded. “That explains a lot.”
“There was a cocktail of drugs in his system, including Ketamine.” I thought the word would register, but by his blank expression, it appeared it didn’t. “I don’t know what your date rape drug knowledge is, but it’s fast acting and can impair motor function and distort the senses.”
“Ingested from a drink,” he said, thinking to himself.
“You need me more than I need you,” I said, knowing for the first time it was true. “There have been plenty of times I could’ve run away, gotten help, but I didn’t.”
He reached out and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “Because I’d kill you.”
“At this point, I’m trying to live as long as I can. Therefore, I don’t want to piss your psychotic ass off.”
“You push my buttons constantly.”
I let out a little laugh. “Yeah, but that’s fun. You make it too easy.”
“Why are you such a sarcastic pain in my ass?”
I shrugged. “Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.”
One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.”
“Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?”
“Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.”
“Pfft, that’s no punishment.”
“No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.”
My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?”
“I guess you could call it that.”
“I thought you were hungry.” We never did get to eat before those dickwads showed up.
“After.” He smacked my ass, making me jump.
“Fine, but I’m just going to lie here because the day’s shit wore me out.”
“Undo your jeans.”
I quirked a brow before reaching down and flicking the button and drawing the zipper down. His hands wrapped around the waistband, then yanked my jeans and panties over my hips and ass.
They weren’t all the way off, just down enough to expose the necessary areas.
“You’re determined,” I said as he pulled my hips up and back, forcing me onto my knees.
He flexed his hips against my ass, letting me feel just how turned on he was. Hard cock straining against his jeans, ready to fill me in all the ways I loved.
“Mmm, fuck.”
His hand smacked across my ass and made me jump again. A few seconds and the sound of a zipper later, there was another smack, but with his cock.
“Just wet enough,” he said as he rubbed the tip along my slit.
Even with as many times as he’d fucked me, the feeling of his cock pressing in, spreading my pussy, filling me completely, made my eyes roll back and my mouth fall open.
“Fuck.”
Leaning over, he pressed his chest to my back, a loud moan moving through him, vibrating against me. One hand slipped around my waist, running up between my breasts and resting around my neck. He